31 - Azira.

"I'm not sure about this," I say, despite knowing deep down there's a part of me that wants to experience this, but I can't deny that I fear the man in front of me, too. Because he's not a man, he's a monster. The kind that thrives off pain and suffering.

He reaches for me and slides a firm hand around my throat. "You can't tell me okay one minute and then back out, malishka." He squeezes forcefully. "That's not how this works."

I struggle to draw enough air into my lungs as he squeezes my throat like he's trying to kill me.

The darkness in his eyes makes me shudder as he finally releases his grip. "Be a good girl and turn around for me."

Coldness spreads through my veins as I realize that coming down into a basement where no one can hear you scream with a monster is probably a terrible idea. I turn my back to him as instructed, as I can't seem to help myself from obeying his orders. It's crazy, considering I know how dangerous he is and what he's going to do to me.

He grabs my waist